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Sosa baby Reportin' live from the GLO pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin', cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga all designer Get yo' girl number Get ready for the turnt up hahaha Smack the shit outta him Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:] Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure They call me a savage (they call me a savage) I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage) Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin') Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it) Jamo out the bottle (fuck it) 40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:] Where the smokes at? Roll it, roll it, roll it Cash in a bag I hold it, hold it, hold it Niggas hatin' on me I know it, know it, know it Got a pint of the narcotics You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:] Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac Bandana swing out my pocket Middle finger up muthafuck cops Catch me in the land with the hat back Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at? OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the muthafuckas who ain't livin' by the rules This is for my youngins' out here finna act a muthafuckin fool I'm forever young blue and red pills feelin like the Matrix You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros) Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code) Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes) Young man, young man (go live that live that you suppose)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Letra de Young Man
Sosa baby Reportin' live from the GLO pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin', cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga all designer Get yo' girl number Get ready for the turnt up hahaha Smack the shit outta him Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:] Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure They call me a savage (they call me a savage) I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage) Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin') Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it) Jamo out the bottle (fuck it) 40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:] Where the smokes at? Roll it, roll it, roll it Cash in a bag I hold it, hold it, hold it Niggas hatin' on me I know it, know it, know it Got a pint of the narcotics You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:] Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac Bandana swing out my pocket Middle finger up muthafuck cops Catch me in the land with the hat back Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at? OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the muthafuckas who ain't livin' by the rules This is for my youngins' out here finna act a muthafuckin fool I'm forever young blue and red pills feelin like the Matrix You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:] Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros) Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code) Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes) Young man, young man (go live that live that you suppose)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)